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4 : You can’t tell; it might not be rainin’ in Albany. Aren’t these roses beautiful?


 * Yes, they’re lovely.
 * [Mrs. Harold smells the roses.

(crossing to the foot of the stairs)
 * I heard her telling Miss Austen she’s got over two hundred rose bushes in her garden.

(turning and looking at Mrs. Harold)
 * Is she still upstairs?


 * Yeh. I guess she’s talkin’ poor Miss Austen to death. (Mazie laughs and resumes her paper, and Mrs. Harold gives an eye around the room) Bring that paper out with you when you’re comin’, Mazie; don’t leave it layin’ around in here.


 * All right.

(moving up to the door at the left and looking out)
 * It’ud be just like the lady to walk in on us.
 * [Mazie turns sharply and looks at her.


 * Mrs. Craig, do you mean?


 * She might, you can’t tell.


 * I thought you said she wouldn’t be back before Saturday.

(coming back to the table and picking up the doilies)
 * That’s what she told me when she was goin’ away.